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Seaswept
By : Daydreamer79
Category: Naruto > Threesomes/Moresomes
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Chapter Ten
The occupants of the captain's cabin stood around Pein's desk. All eyes remained on the man seated before them. He had yet to speak, but his annoyance at the pitiful excuse for an attack had him growling lightly under his breath.
"Hyuuga trade was one of our largest associates in the east," commented Kisame dryly. "I don't need to tell you that Hidan was behind this. He knew very well the close ties Jiraiya created with the Hyuuga clan and those under their protection. Only those on this ship and Jiraiya's flag ship knew the location of that village."
"We shouldn't speculate until the boy starts talking. Judging from his appearance, I would say he is between the ages of eighteen and twenty." Dan tapped his fingers on the desk. "Provided he survives the injury."
Pein ran tense fingers over the intricately carved scabbard of his cutlass. His lips were drawn down in a frown and his gaze jumped between Kisame and Dan. "Well?"
"He'll most likely live." Dan shrugged a shoulder as he met Pein's gaze. "If infection doesn't set in, he'll be well enough in a few days. The ball only damaged the muscle without lodging in bone or severing tendons. You have an uncanny aim, Captain."
"And if infection does set in?" asked Kisame.
Dan gave a mirthless chuckle. "Dead in a week."
"Death of what could very well be the last Hyuuga is bad for business." Pein's gaze shifted from his two lieutenants to where Itachi stood slightly a few feet behind them. "What would you do in this case, Itachi? Should we toss him aside or attempt to heal him?"
Shock worked through Itachi at the question. He had been asked into the meeting at Pein's request and his answer was immediate. "Save him."
Pein barked out a laugh. "Still an idealist. You have no clue what this man has done. You look and see a youth taken down by a pirate captain. Who is to say this young captain of an attacking vessel has not murdered a hundred women and children to gain knowledge of your whereabouts? Do you really wish to take to him your bosom when he could just as quickly bring a knife to your unguarded back?"
"Has he killed women and children?" asked Itachi cautiously.
Pein leaned forward with a smirk. "That is the question, isn't it?"
Itachi thought for a moment. "Save him and ask him. Then decide whether or not to kill him."
"Now that is how a captain thinks. Don't help someone on idealism alone. It will be the death of you. The same can be said for acting too quickly to kill to protect yourself. Your wits are what can save you in the end. Think before you act and always insure there is some gain for you." Pein stood and sent a glance in Dan's direction. "We are going to be hitting the Cape of Good Hope within a fortnight. I want him tied up and stored in the brig by then. It's going to be a hellish ride once we reach the south of Africa and I don't want to worry about those damnable Hyuuga attacks at every turn."
Kisame folded his arms across his chest. "Are you sure you want to risk the journey? What is a month or two? We would be wise to set port until the storm season passes."
"I want to go home," stated Pein with a glare. "And I am the captain."
Kisame rolled his eyes. "You're risking the lives of the crew on a paltry whim. I'd like my suggestion noted."
Pein's lavender eyes gleamed in the lamp light. "So noted."
Itachi glanced at Kisame, his stomach tightening at the annoyed expression spreading across broad features. Since their small interlude in the storeroom located below decks, his mind had whirled with thoughts of him. Understanding of what went on between two men piqued some hidden part of him. Deidara's insinuation and smug offer were not so much appealing as an invocation of his curiosity. Was Deidara correct in his assumption of Kisame's nature and desires? If so, did Itachi's desires coincide with Kisame?
He watched Kisame fold his arms across his chest and stand akimbo while facing Pein. His displeasure was evident in the twitching muscles of his cheek and the downward frown of his lips. Still, even in his displeasure, his features were interesting. From the scars high on his cheek to the piercing blue of his eyes and strong muscular build, every part of him seemed fitting. He supposed Kisame wasn't the almost feminine beauty of Deidara, yet he was not something that could be called hideously ugly. His features were hard but not unattractive. A hard life lived was etched into each hard angle.
A flicker of heat warmed his insides. It wasn't so much strange as it was disconcerting. Living amidst the harsh and volatile pirates, he learned a bit more about lust and desire than he ever had in his almost secluded life with his parents in their village tucked away on the coast of their island nation. His previous thoughts on the matter were naïve and idealistic compared to the reality of the situation.
Some of the crew were married with wives waiting for them at their destination. While a few of those men abstained from partaking of wenches' offerings, such as Asuma, others willingly drowned their lusts in the ample arms of dock wenches despite having women waiting patiently for their return. Even fewer sated their lusts with each other. Deidara seemed the sort more interested in taking pleasure from men than from women. His long blond hair most likely aided in his search for male companionship, especially amongst those only seeking a warm body to slake their lusts.
"Itachi."
Itachi's gaze jerked back to where Pein sat sipping thoughtfully on a cup of rum. "Captain?"
"Tell Shikamaru that it's his duty to take the captive Hyuuga his meals. He's to be responsible for him. That little bastard needs to start earning his weight. If it wasn't for the fact that his eyes can spot land two times quicker than any other, I would have long since had his arse scrubbing the deck with the other hands."
"Aye, Captain." Itachi wondered how much of the command was to remove him from the cabin so that the others could speak. From the looks gracing both Pein and Kisame's faces, their altercation concerning the quickly approaching cape was not finished.
Itachi left the captain's cabin gratefully. The task at hand would help focus his mind on other thoughts than Kisame and the warmth he was beginning to feel when around him.
Itachi's gaze lifted, following the line of the mast until it reached the small bucket perched at the near top. His stomach dropped slightly. He was becoming more skilled at climbing the various parts of the ship, but to climb to such a height would surely be a strain to his shoulder. One moment of muscle weakness and he could possibly plunge to the deck for a surely painful death. Working the masts was by far the most dangerous job on the ship.
Taking a breath, he moved to the rope ladder leading towards the first level of the mast and began climbing the rigging towards the crow's nest. It was the only plausible location for his target. Shikamaru very seldom left the perch during the daylight hours. Today was no different.
Itachi clenched his teeth as his slender fingers gripped at the wooden barrel atop the main mast. The exertion had his breath panting and his shoulder throbbing painfully. His gaze darted inside, not surprised to find Shikamaru watching him with a touch of amusement dancing in his eyes. His hand lifted in a slow wave.
"Good afternoon, Itachi." Shikamaru glanced at Itachi's white knuckle grip. "Should you be climbing this high so soon?"
Itachi nodded slowly, his knuckles the only physical sigh of his distress. "Practice."
Shikamaru arched a brow. "Should I call for Kisame to come carry you down again? You're looking a bit peaked."
Shikamaru's gaze turned from mildly amused to slightly lecherous. "Or perhaps that is what you are hoping for? I'm the least blind of the crew, so little escapes me."
Itachi's eyes narrowed at the smug expression gracing Shikamaru's face. "I don't need Kisame to do my duties."
"Need and want are all too often confused with each other." Shikamaru's dark eyes danced over Itachi's frame. "You would do well to remember that."
"The captain says you're to feed the man," ground out Itachi through his clenched teeth. He felt a small rush of satisfaction at the knowledge that he was the one informing Shikamaru of his new duty after enduring that all knowing smirk.
"Eh?" Shikamaru frowned at Itachi's words. "What man?"
The stress of being so high along with the occasional dips on the waves had Itachi searching his mind for the appropriate words. "The man…the captive. Captain Pein says you are to feed him."
Shikamaru rolled his eyes skyward. "What a troublesome man. I don't suppose I could pay you to handle that for me?"
Itachi shook his head. He had no desire to end up strapped down with the flog splayed across his back. The wounds on his shoulder and back were barely scabbed over, only three days having passed since his shameful defeat and subsequent punishment. He planned to avoid being placed in such a position any time in the near future if he could help it.
"I suppose I have to start now?" Shikamaru stretched his arms and stepped skillfully from the bucket and onto the knotted line. "Troublesome. This is punishment, I'm sure."
Itachi heaved a sigh of relief and began to work his way down the rigging behind Shikamaru. The occasional twinge and throb in his shoulder did not stop him from keeping his pace steady and careful. He would deal with the ache the strenuous climb caused when he reached the safety of the deck.
His racing pulse did not calm until both feet were planted firmly onto the wet wood of the top deck. He felt the approach of another, but focused instead on relaxing his tense muscles. The slap of a hand on his uninjured shoulder forced in his eyes to slide open and shift to glance at Shikamaru's smirking face.
A small malicious part of him longed to plow his fist forward and remove the amusement from the man's features. The ache in his shoulder and back had his temper dangerously close to breaking the internal shield he had placed upon his features. For a moment, the mask he wore slipped and his annoyance revealed itself in his eyes.
"You really are something," commented Shikamaru dryly upon seeing the crack in Itachi's armor. "It will be interesting to see how you turn out after a few years under the captain."
Itachi heaved a calming breath and watched Shikamaru disappear below deck. His shoulder ached with bitter pain and the faint sting on his back wasn't much better. If he was going to keep up with his chores, he would need to take Dan up on his offer for something to relieve the pain.
His feet were silent as he trudged down the slick steps and glanced into the surgery. A very pale man sat weakly on the spare cot. The chains clasped around his wrists limited his movements and his heavily bandaged shoulder did not seem to interfere with the anger expressed through his slightly petulant features.
Shikamaru shoved a bowl of mash into clenched hands and stood back. The pale features flushed an angry red and the glare in the pale eyes did little to dissuade Shikamaru's bored expression. "Eat."
The chained hands lifted scant inches above his lap. "I can not."
Itachi bit back a chuckle at the disgruntled look passing over Shikamaru's face. It was an appropriate punishment for him to be forced to deal with the prisoner. His lazy attitude would do him no good when he was still forced to manually feed the man.
Shikamaru heaved a long suffering sigh. "Figures it would be like this. The captain isn't known for his generosity."
Itachi smirked as Shikamaru began shoving the thick gruel between the captive's thin, compressed lips. Indignation and annoyance spread across aristocratic features with each spoonful coming quickly, barely giving him time to chew and swallow before another mouthful took its place. That man…Neji Hyuuga was his name…was not pleased with the treatment.
Hyuuga. The name created a vague memory he was unable to grasp. A sense of familiarity surrounded the name, but he was unable to focus onto it and bring it to the surface.
The name might have triggered the shadow of a memory, but the eyes of the man were nothing short of breathtaking. At first glance, such eyes seemed void of light. Their coloring was that of the blind, yet he could obviously see readily through them.
"Those Hyuuga certainly have strange eyes," commented Dan, his voice causing Itachi to jump faintly.
"He looks blind."
Dan chuckled faintly. "It's a strange trait, passed on from father to children but not from mother to child. That is all I know on the issue, but I do know that man lying there could kill you in several seconds without blinking an eye. He is very dangerous. Do not assume because he is chained that he is any less so."
Itachi frowned and returned his gaze to Neji Hyuuga and Shika. With the way Shika shoved food into his mouth, he did not seem so deadly. Looking more intently at Neji, it was not hard to recognize a familiar grief in him.
"If you're going to stand out there, the least you could do is take over," griped Shikamaru from his seat on the stool beside the cot.
"The captain said you were to handle that task, Shikamaru," chuckled Dan as he breezed past Itachi and into the surgery. "Did you need something, Itachi?"
"My shoulder hurts."
Dan gestured for Itachi to come in and proceeded to untie the strings holding the material of his shirt closed. He pulled the bandage free and gave the wound a few gentle prods. "It's not infected. Go fetch some fresh water from the hold and I'll brew you a pot of tea that should help with the pain. I'm sure our guest would like some as well, to wash down that gruel Shikamaru is shoving down his throat."
Shikamaru glanced at Dan with annoyance. "Well, he isn't eating fast enough."
"Arse," snarled Neji as another wooden spoon full of the thick gruel was shoved past his lips.
Itachi chuckled under his breath and pulled the empty bucket from the wall. As he moved through the hold, the sound of grunts coming from one of the lesser used stock rooms gave him pause. He plucked a lantern from its hook and moved deeper into the hold to investigate the sounds.
The sight unfolding before him had him freezing where he stood. Deidara half sprawled his upper body over a crate while Baki slammed against him from behind. Even in the dim light, he could see Baki's hard thick shaft plowing forward. Other than trousers around their knees, they remained fully clothed and both grunted loudly with each forward movement. They did not notice Itachi's approach and he could not seem to look away.
It was not so much the persons involved, but the act itself that startled and aroused him. Deidara's earlier words rang loudly in his ears. The more recent events and stress in his life had dulled any sexual desires he might have. Now it seemed to have been revived in the most odd of circumstances. The look plastered across Deidara's face insured that though Baki's movements were violent and harsh, he was obviously enjoying the treatment immensely.
Against his will, Itachi's mind replaced Deidara with himself and Baki with Kisame. And his body responded in turn. The shock of feeling heat beginning to pool in his groin had him nearly dropping the lantern to floor.
He immediately backed away, replaced the lantern to its hook, and walked as fast as he could from the sight. He closed his eyes but was unable to dispel the mental image so thoroughly ingrained in his mind—burned completely into the backs of his eyelids.
Itachi's body reacted as any young man would, growing even harder. This was not a small twinge of mild arousal but a full fledged need burning in his groin. His body demanded release and brokered no refusal. He was no stranger to masturbation, but on such a small ship, finding a quiet place to relieve that unwelcome need would prove difficult.
He bit the inside of his jaw and hissed at the metallic taste of blood flowing over his tongue. A small tremor worked from his shoulders down to the flats of his feet. Even without deliberately invoking his body, he responded to the mental images playing repeatedly through his mind—none of which involved Deidara or Baki in any form. An entirely different cast of bodies undulated through his mind.
Youth was both against him and on his side. A few strokes would quickly and easily relieve the tension in the hard shaft now quite visible in his trousers. The lower parts of the deck were mostly empty during these hours of the day. Only a few of the night crew slept in their hammocks until time to take their post. He could easily find a dark corner to ease his physical dilemma but the mere thought of someone catching him had him searching for a place even more secluded. His body demanded relief now even if his mind rebelled at the thought.
Itachi's eyes darted to the now empty quartermaster's room. He could be quick, clean up after himself, and then go about his duties while trying to forget about his traitorous body and mind. His body wholeheartedly agreed with the plans of his mind, throbbing painfully in anticipation of expelling the load in his suddenly heavy balls.
Nodding to himself with his decision made, he ducked quickly into the room and proceeded to release himself from his trousers.
oOo
Kisame clomped down the stairs to ensure Shikamaru was doing as the captain ordered. The memory of Itachi crawling up the rigging had his heart thudding in his chest. He was certain he had not breathed a single breath until those slender feet were once more safely on the deck. There was a moment when he nearly relinquished his control and took off up the rigging after Itachi's nimble body.
Climbing the rigging was one of the most dangerous jobs on the ship. The slightest wind or a particularly deep dip in the waves could send even an experienced sailor crashing to the deck. He had seen it before and the final hours of that man's life were a horror to bear witness to. Such was a fate he refused to allow Itachi to meet.
He had winced at the bit of blood dotting Itachi's shirt as he finally reached the deck. His wounds were not healed enough for him to go straining himself on the rigging. "Fool," he muttered to himself.
He was about to order Itachi to Dan when the lad moved towards the stairs leading below deck, his hand rubbing at his shoulder. Dan paused beside Kisame, watching Itachi disappear below. "He's a strong lad. I'll give him a bit of willow bark tea. It will help with mild pain. I don't want to risk using laudanum on him."
Kisame winced at the mention of that foul pain killer growing popular amongst the masses. It was derived from opium shipped from the far east and distilled into a foul tasting brew. It numbed pain, true enough, but also everything else. Worse, the addiction of it was high and difficult to overcome. He had seen men and women carrying around small vials of the bitter drink in the various ports the ship frequented. They became slaves to the brew, nearly to the level of the mindless men and women found in opium dens. He would never allow such a state to overtake Itachi.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts and glanced into the surgery as he approached. Shikamaru was mercilessly shoving food down their captive's throat. Dan gave a faint chuckle beside him and moved inside to his desk where he began to scribble in his notebook.
Kisame frowned and moved deeper into the ship, past his own cabin. His eyes skimmed the hall, looking deeper into the darker part of the ship illuminated only be the light of lanterns hung in strategic locals. He gave a small grunt and moved deeper in his search. There were only so many places to hide aboard the ship.
As he passed Hidan's former cabin, he gave pause at the faint, muffled moan. His head cocked slightly and he paused at the wooden door, pressing it forward silently. If any of the crew sought to harm Itachi, he would kill them now and deal with Pein later.
The sight greeting him was not an attack but instead, showed Itachi reclined on the lumpy and dirty mattress. His loose trousers were unbuttoned and splayed to reveal him in his glory, erect cock in hand and eyes closed to savor the feeling. If ever there was a more erotic sight, Kisame, in his vast experience, had never seen it.
Every ounce of blood in Kisame's body streamed directly into his cock, filling the thick shaft to the brim. He could feel his balls swelling at the sight of Itachi savoring his young desires. He was a boy, barely on the cusp of manhood and still Kisame wanted him.
Never in his life had he desired someone so young and inexperienced. Even the way Itachi handled his cock was a blatant showing of his youth and inexperience. Always before he preferred the company of the more experienced, but with Itachi, he was desperate for a taste of that innocence before it was lost.
He wanted to be the one to teach him about pleasure as he grew into himself. To know that he was probably the only one to see Itachi in this state aroused him further. The innocence burgeoning forth was only another layer to this young man. His eyes had lost their innocence, but not his body.
Staring at how sweat beaded on the arched, lightly tanned neck, he wanted to storm across the length of the room, flip him to his stomach, and pound into him with every ounce of lust that was far from extinguished from his visit with the whore only a few days prior. He wanted to lift those narrow hips into the air and devour that deep red shaft so to taste the very essence of Itachi. This desire he felt was driving him insane and seeing the object of said desire pleasuring himself did little for what minute strength he maintained over himself.
If not for his famous control, he would be slaking his lust in the most primal of ways—by pounding himself into the almost surely virgin ass. Knowing Itachi was most likely a virgin in both his cock and his ass tore at the desperate bonds he used to tie back his desires.
It was nearly a physical pain to silently close the door into the room while he remained outside. He was sure he had never been so hard in his life. The pleasure of bearing witness to such a private moment with Itachi was both torturous and desirable. He was willing to give anything to remain there to watch the finish—to watch he thick spurt of warm cum expelled as a result of Itachi's quick stroking. From what he had seen, Itachi was only moments away from completion.
Through the door, he could hear Itachi's breath become ragged and eventually catch, followed by a low moan. His cock gave a small twinge, a small spurt of cum dampening the material of his trousers. If he did not take care of himself immediately, he would unman himself standing here while listening to Itachi's heavy breathing and imagining him cleaning the mess almost surely spread across his hand. Without warrant, the mental image of Itachi licking his cum from his soiled hand had him nearly falling to his knees. Itachi would not, but still his imagination added flavor to the already delicious memory.
He nearly ripped his cabin door from its hinges, slamming it shut behind him with a resounding thud. His large fingers tore at the buttons on his trousers, desperate to grasp the thick girth begging for release. Touching the thickness after witnessing Itachi for only mere moments nearly sent him over the edge of control.
Kisame's mind provided more than enough stimulation for this act. He could practically feel the smooth skin of Itachi's shoulders. They were beginning to add muscle as he worked and grew. In another two or three years his build would fill out even more beautifully. He would never be a large man like Kisame, but with steady meals and the hard labor found on ships, he would develop more than enough of a physical presence.
Another burst of lust rushed over Kisame and his hand tightened even more firmly on the girth pressed against his palm. If Itachi now was nearly irresistible, in a few years Kisame would be consigned to a hell of sorts. It would be impossible to resist him. Even now, his willpower was stretched dangerously thin. Not even the suck job by the whore had tempered his lust for Itachi. He wanted him just as much, if not more. Nothing deterred his lust—not Pein's orders nor his own sense of honor. He was completely infatuated by the youth.
It was not hard for his mind to replay the sight of Itachi sprawled out on the soiled mattress. His hair had come loose from its tie in his desire and was spread around his faintly tanned shoulders. Normally dark brown eyes were nearly black after being eclipsed by the dark pupil. The delicate pulse at the base of his throat thrummed quickly against the slight barrier of flushed skin. Even the dark blue veins visible in his neck seemed to call out from Kisame's lips, teeth, and tongue.
Kisame was forced to bite down on his lower lip to hold in the moan as his hand pumped slowly on the meat of the shaft. His previously unoccupied hand lowered to rub at the tip of the shaft, causing him to bite down more violently on the flesh of his lower lip. He should not have been so close to his finish yet here he was, nearly spilling his seed from a few strokes.
His hips began to move in time with his hand and the only thought in his mind was bending Itachi over the table and plowing inside. Breath panted in and out and his eyes rolled back into his head. His balls began to draw up in the imminent orgasm building inside them. Just a few strokes and he was at the precipice.
His heart pounded in his chest, threatening to send him to his grave if he did not finish himself. Not seeing Itachi's finish did nothing for his imagination. He could easily visualize how Itachi's creamy skin would grow red and how he would throw back his head to bare his long, elegant throat at the point of release.
An image came to Kisame of his fingers wrapped in Itachi's long thick hair. He could practically feel the strands in his hand—soft and silky. He could visualize himself lowering to taste the warm skin just below his neck. It would taste of salt and the sea—of Itachi.
The vision was a tantalizing image and all it took. It was rather embarrassing to come so quickly at his age, but considering the amount of desire he carried inside, understandable. His body gave a great shudder and shot forth his seed with much more force than he expected. His hand was unable to contain the flow and it trickled over his fingers and splattered thickly on the wooden floor.
Kisame collapsed to his knees and panted raggedly. His body continued to shake in the aftershocks of his pleasure. His actions both shamed and exhilarated him. It was perhaps the best beat off he'd had in ages. Not even the whore's lips had brought such relief to him. The desire to claim Itachi still burned in him, but his immediate desires were temporarily sated. Now if only he could find a way to temper himself so to keep from embarrassing himself upon meeting Itachi again. He feared the sight shown him would be forever imprinted on his mind for his desires showed no sign of lessening. There would come a day when he would be unable to deny himself and then he would take what he so longed for.
AN: In a few chapters, a side story is going to start. I'm likely going to post it in this. It doesnt have to be read, it's just more of an expansion on Neji and Shikamaru. It was written as a seperate piece but since it is better to read it in the appropriate times, I'm going to post it in this story instead of forcing you to go back and forth between submissions as I have seen some other authors do with side stories.
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Seaswept	By : Daydreamer79 Category: Naruto > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 1959 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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